Last Night I got in after watching Harry Potter #4 for a second time (way better the second time) and got back to the house to put the finishing touches on this weeks edition of The Dropcast. I was feeling tired and completed the work on the computer and looked to read something before going off to the dreamworld.

I had been moving stuff in my room over the weekend and getting all of my books to the new office (which is amazing BTW). A few items, in particular, that I knew I couldn’t bring to the office were my High School Yearbooks. It’s not so much the pictures I’m worried about being razed about, (but believe me I don’t know what I was thinking in several of them - Marvin the Martian t-shirts, silhoutted lip shorts, a gilligan hat) it’s the writings of high school friends, inside jokes, and way too many stories that I look bad in, talking about a guy who may not exist anymore that will hurt the most.

Page after page about “Do I remember that time when…?” and “You are so compassionate.” Reading notes from old girlfriends in the margins of the page, siting crazy things I did and being a great listener. I had to ask, “Where did I go wrong?”.

And then it hit me - I’m having a Rob Gordon Moment!

Rob Gordon, you may remember him from High Fidelity. (a classic book from Nick Hornby and then put to film starring John Cusack) He’s the anti-hero of the story. He’s around 30 (coincidence.. I think not) and because of trajedy in his life there is a huge amount of introspection about why relationships went wrong, why his life the way it is, etc.

So it’s 12:30 at night and I’m wondering, “Am I Rob Gordon?”